Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 19:25:02 -0400
From: Joes head2
Subject: Ball Boy Pt 4
The following story is entirely fiction; any resemblance to persons living
or dead is strictly coincidental. This story contains descriptions of sex
between consenting, adult males. If such material is prohibited in your
jurisdiction, if you are under legal age, or if you are offended by such
material DO NOT READ IT. The author retains all rights to this work and you
may not copy or transmit it in any way except in it's entirety and with this
disclaimer.
Comments appreciated!
Recap; Pt 1,2 & 3
College Jock Joe has a chance encounter with the sports hero of his jack off
fantasies during a volunteer outing at the ballpark. Things go terribly
wrong for Joe when his hero catches him masturbating in the
clubhouse...Major League Baseball player Chris Stone decides it's time to
test the limits of how low his new "ball boy" is willing to go.... Thanks to
Chris, it doesn't take long for Joe's roommate Kevin, to figure out that Joe
is a queer.
Joe falls prey to a sinister practical joke and finds himself servicing a
complete stranger in a downtown bus depot...
Where we left off:
"What do you say?" he spoke firmly, looking down at Joe.
"Thank you sir" Joe squeaked. The stranger laughed at him.
"You're fucking pathetic. You know that queerboy?"
"Yes sir. I am." The stranger pushed Joe back onto the crusty piss stained
floor.
"Clean yourself up faggot. I don't know who the hell Chris is, but thank him
for me when you see him." The stranger turned on his heels, exited the rest
room and left Joe sitting in a puddle of piss.
As the door slammed, tears began to well in Joe's eyes.
BallBoy Part 3
Joe wandered the city streets feeling more alone and degraded than he had
ever felt before in his life. The night's cool chill made him shiver
slightly as his damp shirt clung to his chest. His clothing reeked and the
stench of urine was inescapable. He could not go back to campus smelling
this way. He would have to wait until he was certain that his roommate,
Kevin, was asleep.
Hours went by. Joe killed time by taking up space on a park bench. As the
hour grew later, Joe became aware of the increase in single men wandering,
lurking about. He made a concentrated effort not to establish eye contact,
but soon, men began to approach him. Joe did not return their hushed
propositions. He simply hung his head low and nodded "no thanks".
"You smell like a fucking toilet." Came a snarl from a stranger that had
taken a seat next to Joe on the bench. Joe glanced over at him. The man
dwarfed Joe. Easily 6'5" and built like a burly longshoreman, or a trucker,
the man was a monster. Joe looked away. Even in the dark, he could sense the
contempt on the man's face. He hoped his show of indifference would send the
man on his way.
"You're a toilet pig," The man spoke in a deep baritone. "Aren't you?" Joe
returned his eyes to the stranger.
"I don't want any trouble." Joe spoke apprehension in his voice. There was
fear written all over his face. He gathered that he must surely look like a
dear in the headlights to the man.
"You won't get any trouble from me pig." The man flashed a toothy grin
through his beard and then stood up and positioned himself squarely between
Joe's thighs. "But you'll get what you really came here for..." With that,
the man unzipped his fly and in one quick move, withdrew his proportionately
large, flaccid cock. Joe's eyes widened. He had never seen a cock so large
in his life!
"I think you have it all wrong" Joe blurted and tried to wriggle free from
the huge man's presence.
"Have I piggy??" The man reached down and grabbed his cock by the head. He
leaned his head back slightly and closed his eyes. Then came a low moan.
Before Joe could move, a torrent of urine began spraying all over his
crotch. In seconds, Joe's jeans were all but soaked. Horrified, he wrestled
his legs free from the hulking man, jumped from the bark bench and began
running away.
"Soooweeeee" Squealed the man. Joe heard the bellows of laughter trailing in
the distance as he darted from the park. His head spun from the experience.
He walked and walked; the slow motion marathon gave Joe all the time he
needed to accept his fate. Throughout the journey to nowhere, his cock
throbbed. None of this was making sense to him. Why was this happening to
him? He stared at his watch. It was nearing 2:00 AM. He changed his
direction and headed back to his dorm.
Turning the key to his dorm, he eased quietly into the door. Joe let out a
sigh of relief when he discovered there were no lights on. He tiptoed
through the small living area to the kitchen and searched for a trash bag to
bundle his piss soaked clothing in. Easing back to his bedroom, he closed
the door to his room behind him and began undressing in the moonlit room.
Carefully he stripped off his clothing and tucked it safely into the plastic
bag. As he tied the bag tightly, he made a mental note to do laundry first
thing the next morning. Remembering Chris's warning to not wash his uniform,
Joe went to the window, opened it a crack, and placed the jockstrap on the
sill to air out.
Standing naked, Joe could smell the dried urine on himself. The pungent
aroma had penetrated his pores. His pubes were still damp. He needed a
shower. He wanted a shower - but he couldn't risk waking his roommate. Joe
knew that he couldn't sleep in his bed smelling that way. He pulled a pillow
from his bed and dropped it to the floor. Naked, and curled in a fetal
position, Joe fell asleep on the hard wood floor.
"Dude - get the fuck up!" Joe was rudely awoken with his roommate's foot on
his back - shoving him. "I've been knocking on the freaking door forever."
Joe opened his cum crusty eyes and looked up. Kevin towered over him,
wearing just his briefs. Through the glaze in his eyes, Joe could see that
Kevin was sporting major morning wood, his hard cock tenting his BVDs
obscenely. "The phones been ringing off the fucking hook all morning - and
guess who it's for??" Kevin stared at his naked roommate on the floor,
noting the dried cum on his face and in his hair. He dropped the cordless on
the floor next to Joe's head and exited his bedroom, leaving the door wide
open.
Joe watched Kevin walk across the hall to the bathroom; He marveled at how
amazing his roommate's ass looked in briefs. From his position on the floor,
he had a clear line of vision to the bathroom. Kevin made no attempt to
close the door, as was his usual practice. Instead, he reached into his
underwear, withdrew his cock and let a flood of early morning piss shoot
into the bowl. Kevin glanced back at Joe quickly enough to catch the lust in
his eye. The second's worth of eye contact seemed like an eternity to Joe.
"Hello?" Joe said into the receiver, his voice was still asleep and raspy.
He propped himself up onto his elbow.
"Morning ballboy." It was Chris. His voice sounded angry and impatient.
Chris sat straight up and leaned against the bed. The sound of Chris's voice
made the muscles in his prick twitch.
"Morning Chris, er, I mean Sir." Joe replied, while still catching furtive
glances of Kevin in their bathroom.
"How's my little faggot this morning?" Chris chortled.
"Fine" Joe responded his cock now at half-mast.
"Hungry?" Chris queried.
"Yes sir." Joe watched as Kevin shook the remaining droplets of piss from
his slit.
"Yeah." Chris paused. "I know what you're hungry for...My dick!" Again Chris
laughed.
"Yes sir, I am." Joe replied. Kevin reached into the shower and turned the
water on.
"Tell me how bad you need it"
"I need it bad." Joe stammered as he watched his roommate lower his briefs
in one seamless effort. Facing away from him, Kevin stepped out of his
underwear and simultaneously flexed his meaty ass muscles.
"You're gonna have to do better than that queerboy" Chris warned.
"I will do anything for your cock. I live for your cock!" Joe's voice was
just above a whisper. His cock was now fully erect. His senses were flooded
from the image in front of him and the sound of Chris's voice. He watched as
Kevin stepped into the shower and drew the curtain 3/4 closed. Precum
drooled from the tip of his cock.
"I know you will." Chris growled. "Meet me at the Pig n Whistle" in a half
hour." The Pig n Whistle was a greasy spoon tucked into the industrial belt
of the city. I was popular with the blue collar set, a regular haunt for
truckers, factory laborers and construction workers.
"I need to shower first." Joe replied. "Can we make it an hour?"
"Fuck your shower. I'll give you a shower later" Chris spoke firmly. "Be
there in a half hour." The phone went dead.
Joe shook his head. He stared at his roommate in the shower and could tell
that Kevin was jacking off behind the curtain - it was just transparent
enough to reveal his fluid fist-fuck motions. He was mesmerized. Kevin was
fucking with his head. He knew it, but was helpless to it.
He glanced at his watch. In spit of his intense desire to jack off during
his roommate's well-intended show, his time was slipping. If he was going to
be across town in a half-hour, he needed to move, and fast. He stood and
walked to the window. He grabbed the now dry, but crusty jockstrap and slid
it on. In record time, he dressed himself. He heard the water from the
shower stop as he was tying his sneakers.
"See ya Kev." He blurted as he darted from his bedroom to the door.
"Yeah, I know you did, fuckin faggot. Kevin groaned as he heard the door
slam. Kevin reached down and shook the remaining drops of warm cum from the
tip of his dick. He looked hard at himself in the mirror. His plan was just
warming up.
To be continued.
Comments welcome!